[Open] Time For Sports! I'll Be On Skins

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WHO: Gladio, OTA
WHERE: Sports Days
WHAT: Doing The Sports, Being Shirtless
WHEN: Sports Days
WARNINGS: None Gladio is allergic to shirts

I. The Great Tug Of War Battle Open
[OOC: See the first comment below for this thread for the team noted on the plotting. If not that team, see here.]

It's been a long day, and warm at that, and most people doing lots of exertion would probably be a bit worn out now. Perhaps they might even consider changing into slightly lighter clothes too. Most people aren't Gladio. Most people won't have been shirtless all day already. Gladio, smiling to himself, sits down just beyond the competition area of tug of war, smiling to himself, drying his brow with his discarded thank top. Appreciate the view if you want, he will clearly appreciate it.

"This is a lot more fun than I'd expected. Always thought it would be sort of a silly sport. It's just physics. But damn."

He grins widely and then flops back to lay there on the ground. "Once I get my breath, I'm going again. Wanna join?"

II. Have Flag, Will Capture? | Open

A man cannot prize on tug of war alone. Okay, so they can, but Gladio isn't trying to. A guy has to vary his life up. Okay, so he has a bit of friction burns on his hands and he needed a break from that. Gloves, he needed gloves, but there were such more important things to win, so he was taking a break.

Which had him outside of the area of the capture the flag.

"Any chance you're looking for a team?" he says to anyone who approaches. Truth is, he hasn't done capture the flag in a damn long time, and he could use the practice. It's all about tactics and he's down for that.

III. Sack Race Shenanigans | Open

Dawn of the second day. There's Gladio, once again shamelessly without his shirt, considering the games. This time he's standing near the booth for the sack race, holding his burlap tube.

"Are you even listening?" he's asking the projection, holding the tube up. "It's not a sack. This isn't a sack race. It's... It's a pencil skirt race! And this one doesn't even fit my hips. It keeps falling down!"

IV. Meditations On Pry Says | Open

And here, at last, the secret to why Gladio's been mostly shirtless (other than just having weird preferences). The man enters the Pry Says tent, reaches out, and his shirt appearing in his hand in a burst of blue crystals. It bulges with chits and the ringing sound implies their presence as well.

"Alright, time for some shopping," he says with a smile. Things for him, things for Noctis, and then things for their little home place. "What should I get?"